Mayor Bougerious POV:

    I was glad to hear from Chole.

     I shouted a shout of gratitude when she called me.

      I was relieved to hear my future son-in-law, mostly wishful thinking was alive and awake!

     I could hear Sarah say something about how she knew he was okay.

    I smiled.

     I felt like celebrating.

    Nathaniel is recovering well.

       I  danced around the room with my granddaughter after I got off the phone with Chole.

        Yes,  I know she has been officially adopted yet, but  I am sure she will be.

         I know she will because Chole takes good care of her.

     I was more than happy to watch Sarah for these past two weeks.

    I felt it was important for Chole to visit with him.

    I knew if anyone could encourage him to fight for his life it was Chole.

    I smiled.

    I know that they are both not quite on the mend when it comes to misunderstandings.

   I realize they have a lot to discuss.

   I am glad they have another chance to talk and go out with each other.

    I am certain if Nathaniel were to ask Chole to date him she would say yes.

   I can tell.

  I know because she has come so far. She has admitted she loves him.

 How do I know this?
  

I know because  I am her father.

I may be the mayor of Paris, but first I am Chole's father and Sarah's grandpa.

I am proud to have that redhead boy in our lives. I will be happy the day that those two announce their engagement and set a date.

I do not want to get too ahead of myself.

 I have hope that is stronger than it was before today.

  I  smile despite all that has happened.

  After I danced with Sarah, I fixed her some lemonade.

   After she drank it, I laughed as she made a funny face while she drew a picture.

  It looked like she was trying hard to concentrate on what she worked on. What did she draw that caused her to focus so much on the details?

   I took a look at it and gasped. It was a drawing of Nathaniel with his arms around Chole, and Chole holding Sarah's hand.  I stood in the background.

   "Sarah, that is a great drawing, Is that of us?" I asked.

   "Yes, Grandpa, it is a drawing of our family, or at least of how I want it to be," Sarah answered.

     "To be honest, I hope it ends up that way too, kid," I told her.

       Sarah hugged me and I hugged her.

      I would be more than happy to have her be my officially adopted grandchild. She was a well-behaved person for one so young, she was kind, smart, pretty, and special. 

     I had not told her I had seen her arm glow as it healed. I had not mentioned that I saw how her kisses healed some of the scars, Chole had for years.

 Find out more when the story continues in Chapter 38

Until then,

bye-bye,

little owlets!

Summer out!